The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-08-28
CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER l.
Here they are Tied with a ribbon, of
course, and old and yellow Though my
sight is beginning to fail, can still read
them over. l always do, ON this the ami
versacy of our wedding day. Let me see.
All! this is the first.
HARDWOOD PLACE, June l, IS.
My Dear, Dear jeff; l have come out
doors to sit with the birds and flowers while
write. They are sweet companions, too,
and keep my ears and nose in perpetual de-
light. But ugh there goes an ugly lizard,
just to remind me that thi. is not the gar
den of Eden, though L don't believe that
could have been any lovelier But he the
lizard likes the sun, and like the shade, so
perhaps we can keep apart
Sunshine and roses and June! A June
sky whose perfect blue is softened by trans
lucent, fieecy cloud waves, and a kind of
warm splendor in the air that makes breath
ing q luxury. Such sky and such an at
mosphere; such riotous profusion of climb
ers and creepers in rare rich greens, set off
by dazzling reds, and puppies and yellows
such bounty of queenly exOtics blowing their
intoxicating breath in natures face, throb-
bling out their hearts sweetness into her
great heart; such vivid coloring and such
lavish loneliness one finds only under South
ern skies. / am so happy to-day l think
THE June is in me. with its multitudes
OF nightingales all singing in the dark.
feel so young, SO strong, so sure of Godl
So glad, cannot choose be very wise!"
The day is so perfect that the house is
quite deserted. If l We're not too lazy l
could make picture for you. Not far from
where | Sit-yOu know the willow seat I'M
der the big oak-Harold is standing near his
pet group of magnolias. He has just called
to Edith, who has been standing on the pi-
azza leaning against one of the pillars. and
looking like splendid statue Now she is
walking across the lawn with her hand ex-
tended-he has one of his peerless treasures
for her-and flush and smile on her hand
some face.
| do not know where Josie is, OH here
she comes, racing down the walk, her hands
full of roses, and long spray of yellow
jessamine twined around her neck and
shoulders
Can you not see her with her white dress
falling away from the waist in soft, full
sweep, the wide sleeves leaving bare her
round, white arms, the splendid gold cluS-
tiers and dark green leaves of the jessamine
falling upon her breast and about her waist
and the crimson and yellow roses in her
hands and the sunshine in her hairs l wish
you could, indeed!
II am going for a ride, Bessie" she says,
when | have changed my dress. Don't sit
UneIe ali the morning ndlI asleep. Ueu Is
not worth such waste of your time And
thcrs> otS ana lots to do. You have for
Cotton the lawn party this evening, and the
vases to arrange, and the wreathS to be
made for the arches-and everything Oh,
please untangle this vine it is choking me
to death!o and she lifts a laughing face and
miSchievous, daring eyes, Just wait, then,
until / have had my race and I'll wake you
up"
She is gone like fash, and l hear her
call from the piazza:
Don't look for me until tea time, and all
the work is done and the fun is ready"
| am brewster than ever since she came,
and it is sin to sit still here with such glo-
rious lights and shadows Frightening and
darkening the hills beyond the river. How
lovely the water is! | see it glimmering
through the trees at the back OF the garden.
must go for walk Perhaps tomorrow
can tell you about our garden party.
July, Cove have had such a gay season
that have had time for nothing but to be
amused, TO laugh and dance, and sing and
firt-a very little. Can you believe it of
your staid Bessie, and be glad and happy all
day long. We have had a succession of din
ner and tea parties, and boat rides and pic
MICS and dances. Yes, we are very gay this
summer. L - Craigs have visitors, and so
have the Leighs and Hunters. We have a
friend from the city IA charming girl she Isl
and cousin of ours, whom you do not
know. He is very patient with our de-
hands on his gallantry, and withal so pleas
and debonair that he has won all our hearts,
as Josie little witchD has won his. But oh
Jeif, we do miss you so much And we are
just vain enough to think that you would be
happier as one of our merry party than you
are IN any of those grand places you write
OIL L cannot give you better idea of how
prodlgal of pleasure we are than in nursie's
words. which nc
very essence of wisdom:
i tell you de trufe, Mars Harold" she
says, look like desc here chillum feard
9ey amt got room huff to hole all de en-
1oyment nur time huff fo' EN- to put it all
away, en- dat dey halter Jest stuff deyselves
wa pledger fo' sumebody done snatch it
way fum 'em. Never heer so much fuss in
all my born daysl Deyre hollerin' AM a
iailln an a tearin' roun' de house, an a
s4ueelinl Good landl you mout heer 'em
live miles off,"
But she softens the nsinuation of greedi-
ness IN our pleasure. which we feel to be
JuSt, by adding:
But lay dey amt no sech place as dis
pace IN all de Lam, an no sech man as
WARS Harold for putting all sort o. comical
TTotions IN young folks heads, an he's right.
Let EN- be happy whilst dey can. Trouble
come soon 'nuff-soon 'nuffn
trouble indeedl We hardly know the
tiI,ahlng OF the word Oh, is there any
.hlng like YOUTH Josie is always merrier
ana gayer than am, but she cannot be hap
suer or feel more than / do what a beauti-
W., thing 1t is to live and love. Will it last!
why should doubt that it willl There is
olIy one shadow That you know. am
sure You remember Edith's rather peculiar
WAYS. Sometimes / fancy that Harold
Knows more of them than we do. When
sne is so silent for days / can see her mood
t.senecced in his face, and it hurts me to see
sne tantest shade of trouble there. We
1--WE hlm all the happiness of our lives. How
Sonuertully we two motherless girls have
Veen shielded by his strong, unselfish love!
heard him say some weeks ago that he had